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You chop last one's head off with one single move, spilling blood all over hot desert sand, completing the deadly dance started just minutes ago when an arrow flew too close to my head to be shot by a stray skeleton.
'They made a mistake by coming near you, Scar.'- you say, voice gruff and low, the danger slipping through the filter you're trying to put on it as to not scare me.
You're breathing heavily, covered in blood, looking nothing like a green name you're supposed to be, breaking unspoken unbreakable rules just to protect me from the rightful rage of the people I wronged in my previous life.
Both my name and face are red.
My eyes glow brighter at the sight of the substance covering the ground, the almost forgotten nature of my last life trying to take control of my actions. I bite my lip, grounding myself and trust the velvety darkness of the desert night to cover my hard blushing.
You notice my aloofness and move closer, dropping your axe to the ground (why do you trust me like this?) and taking my cheeks into your palms.
'They haven't hurt you, haven't they?' - you ask - 'I will hunt them down untll they're out of their lives if they did'.
We both know you mean it, that all of them combined are not nearly enough to stop you from ripping lives out of their still moving bodies.
I'm not answering, relishing in the warm touch of the one I trust, as no one knows if there's going to be tomorrow. If there's going to be more touches like this. If there's going to be more us.
My hand makes its way up to hold your wrist, as a soft sign to not let go.
You pull me closer, close enough for me to see the soft concern and slight fear in your eyes. Close enough for you to see the love and desire in mine.
'Oh Scar.' - you say and I can't tell if you're sounding relieved or mad or something else that I don't want to think about, don't want to hope for.
You pull me closer. Close enough for me to feel the heat radiating off your body. Close enough for me to be scared to move to not ruin the rare tender moment between us. Close enough for me to allow myself a slight thought of something I've forgotten a long time ago.
Close enough for you to close the distance between our lips with one single move.